No, I don’t think there’s any similarity between my favorite Japanese food and Korean food. The former I think is simple and artistic, the latter leans more on the “eclectic.” Maybe it’s because my tongue is not yet attuned to Korean food. There’s always an element of surprise whenever I munch on kimchi, or marvel at the variety of sauces, dips and veggies laid out before me, like an intricate ceremony.
It certainly felt surreal when I visited The Pork Room in Malate (it was on Jorge Bocobo, I think). As far as I know this Korean hole-in-the-wall is not listed in any mainstream directory and there wasn’t even any signage that said it’s The Pork Room. My host was just willing to translate the Hangul script to me. When we went inside, there were murals of happy piggies and only six or so items on a blackboard announcing the menu.
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